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Kyoto, south of the city.

Sixteen people.

Zhu Youcai, Wang Jue and other sixteen young talents were outside the south wall of the Ministry of Rites yesterday to check the range of test questions for the coming spring. They also spent a day playing in Kyoto with some new friends. This afternoon, they are about to return home.

, return to his hometown.

When they came to Beijing this time, they were very lucky to have made bad friends, but they were also very sorry that they did not meet Pavilion Master Zhao of Wuya Pavilion.

Yesterday afternoon and this morning, they went to Wuya Pavilion again, but the news they received was that the master of the pavilion was temporarily away, and they didn't know when he would return.

Zhu Youcai was a little frustrated. Ever since he knew that Pavilion Master Zhao of Wuya Pavilion was from Lanxin, he had always been proud of himself and Pavilion Master Zhao as being from his hometown.

He also felt a respect that he had never felt before.

However, he went to Wuya Pavilion three times in a row and failed to see the face of Pavilion Master Zhao, which made him depressed. The group of them had already arrived at the city gate. If they wanted to see Pavilion Master Zhao, they had to wait until next spring.

A dozen people were talking, laughing and discussing, and were about to cross the city gate.

At this moment, an anxious but unable to conceal the joyful voice sounded.

"Brother Zhu and Wang, please stay quickly!"

Zhu Youwen looked back and saw that the visitor was wearing a jade-white brocade robe. He was one of the friends they had met in Kyoto. His name was Chen Shan. His family was in the restaurant business.

Chen Shan ran out of breath, but there was a lingering smile on his face.

Zhu Youwen and his party stopped and were puzzled. Could it be that they had pulled something down?

"Brother Zhu, good news." Chen Shan held his lower abdomen to the left. He ran too fast and lost his breath.

He slowly adjusted his breathing and nodded with a serious look on his face, but he still couldn't stop breathing:

"Pavilion Master Zhao...Zhao...Pavilion Master...he..."

"Pavilion Master Zhao is back?" Zhu Youwen and his party were delighted. If Pavilion Master Zhao returned to Wuya Pavilion, they could visit Wuya Pavilion again, even if they were delayed for a while.

Chen Shan shook his head, his expression extremely solemn:

"No, we have met Pavilion Master Zhao!"

"Seen it? Where?" Zhu Youwen couldn't believe it.

Wang Jue's pupils trembled, and then he thought of something, and he exclaimed:

"Outside the south wall of the Ministry of Rites yesterday? That Mr. Zhao?"

"Exactly, exactly!" Chen Shan nodded desperately:

"I learned from my father that the current secretary-general of the imperial court... no, the secretary-general is the Pavilion Master Zhao of Wuya Pavilion!

Moreover, today at the banquet in the Qinzheng Building, he also... composed poems one after another, and his talent is unparalleled among all officials!"

Zhu Youwen felt like he was struck by lightning. He couldn't believe that the Master Zhao he saw outside the south wall of the Ministry of Rites yesterday was actually the Pavilion Master Zhao whom he and his entire group had longed for, admired and honored.

The person he admired was right in front of him, but he didn't recognize him.

At that time, he made a comparison in his mind and thought that Master Zhao was not as good as Pavilion Master Zhao. In his heart, the wildness and wildness of Zhao Pavilion Master's talent was unmatched by other poets.

Zhu Youwen felt very uncomfortable. When he thought of this kind of miss, he felt infinite regret and regret in his heart. He regretted that he had not taken the initiative to talk to Zhao Wujiang.

He felt envious of Wang Jue. Wang Jue had faced the two adults directly and asked for poems without being humble or arrogant. Then Pavilion Master Zhao composed three poems in succession and presented them to the students present.

The more Zhu Youwen thought about it, the more he regretted it, and his face became uncertain.

Wang Jue and others were overwhelmed with emotion at this moment. They were filled with emotion and sighing at the wonder of fate. At the same time, they were also filled with regret and regret at the beginning.

After Wang Jue sighed, he shook his head and laughed. Although he had some guesses at the beginning, he was not firm enough.

However, he did go forward and have a conversation or two with the person he admired, and even got a poem from him.
Chapter completed!